The new kid

I was born very young. And since then I have always been a fan of gaming. Whether it be console, computer, arcade, board, or table-top it really didn’t matter. I am an equal opportunity gamer. However there has been a recent coup within the meticulously balanced hierarchy that is my free time. Before I even begin to explain let me also remind you that I am married. And as any married man can tell you, it is exceedingly challenging to incorporate gaming in a house with a woman. (I know there are exceptions, however they are far and few between)

So as I was saying, there is a new comer to my gaming social. This is the portable games. Let me explain. A few months ago a friend of mine bought a Game boy Advanced. His GBA of choice was some 80-odd dollars and had all the bells and whistles within. Now this isn’t to be confused with the Nintendo DS. He bought the Nintendo Game boy Advanced SP. I didn’t think much when I saw it, (as my sister bought one the previous year) but it would change my life forever. He began to torment me, begging me to buy one. On and on. Eventually, like the drip on the boulder that is my life, I eroded and left my house to buy one. I picked up a used GBA for a steal of 20 bucks. I didn’t think to buy any games with it as I figured my friend would loan me some of his. So I went home and sat on the couch… As I relaxed I didn’t quite feel comfortable. Something was different, something odd. I stood up to stretch and wondered what it could be. Not too sure. But then I saw it. The GBA was sitting on the coffee table looking at me. Picking it up, I thought that it was lighter than I figured. I wondered what kind of games it would play. Couldn’t be anything too great; in this little case? Well I put it back on the table and continued to watch TV. GBA still looked back at me. This is getting odd. I walked to the kitchen to get a soda. And on the counter GBA was there! What?! How… well… hmm… rather than getting killed by the haunted GBA I decided to take it back. On the way back to the store I heard it dinging from its bag. No, I won’t let you out. I walked into the store and dropped GBA on the counter. I need a refund. What? No returns on used items? Well can I get store credit? Only exchange. But you have no other GBAs in stock? Ok well I suppose I will come back. Now on the way out something caught my eye. In the counter was a used GBA games section. Games as low as 4 bucks! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Games like castlevania and metroid. Zelda for 7.50! C’mon is that super Mario 3?

There was a little misunderstanding between me and GBA, and for that I am sorry. GBA I am glad I didn’t return you that cold January day. I love you, let’s go home.